And somewhere, silence knew less bounds
Crushing were waves in their emptiness
So I crushed them back, Behold I bellowed
Has anyone seen sadness, I like that song
Hungry are children gone to porridges
Their weight is kept loose by their many woes
Wishn’t we had not certain choices to make
Waiting on trains, perhaps long left the station
But I came here, A traveler past his welcome
The scholar said, ‘It is all one or the other’
Horses only ride, Men only lie, Damage is blue
Somewhere though, People see in rainbows
Romance boasts its bare stallion in the court
Spit in the jester’s eye, though he likes it little
Long asked were riddles, answered by none
Some, all they wanted was their scrupulous claim
Oh silent whisperer, standing through the tears
Who sends his heart ahead of him, and still
That morning’s changed a hundred years or more
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